I find myself needing the sacred seasons and holy days of our Church more each year. As the storm clouds seem to be gathering on the horizon, it is more important than ever to set aside these special times to reflect on that which God has done throughout history and will do at the end of all things. What follows is a poetic meditation on the advent.
In this world of rock and dust,
As time moves on in relentless procession,
The sensation is often inescapable,
That the days are darkening and the water rising.
Often we are forced to watch unfold around us,
Events of deep despair,
When children starve and violence spreads,
And hate appears the victor.
All around we look and see,
And our own inability to stand in the face of the flood.
Despair creeps in,
The tears run down,
Our hearts are slowly breaking,
And we weep for our broken world.
Is there are hope for love in a loveless world?
Or for joy in a world of despair?
When great evil seems to reign,
Is there any hope for good?
Yet my soul remember,
As the sacred season comes,
Through ritual and sacred ceremony force your mind to this,
The reign of evil is but a farce and good has conquered yet.
For when the darkness of sin seemed at its peak,
And our world was a swirling vortex of misery and despair,
The light struck the darkness like a lighting bolt,
In the form of a sacred infant.
But Lord of all the earth,
Darkness trembled at His birth.
Born to die,
That we might live,
To be like Him in our lives and deeds,
Our lives remade by nail scarred hands.
Light in darkness,
God in flesh,
Hope stronger than despair,
The author of all created things has come to dwell among us.
He has come and He is coming,
The work is begun and will be finished,
Evil is already defeated,
And will soon be no more than a memory.
So strengthen trembling hands,
And still shaking knees,
Fear not the darkness,
For in your faith it fears you.
Rise up in broken victory,
And be a bolt of bright light,
In a world of deadly darkness,
In the pattern of the Master.
Take heart this sacred season,
Remember the hope you have,
Ours is not only the Creator God,
But also the Savior.
This is a time to reflect on that which is real,
In a world of illusion and farce,
For truth and justice do reign ,
In Jesus Christ the babe of Bethlehem and Savior of the world.
We need this time of sacred remembrance,
In dark days more than ever,
But the light has overcome the darkness,
So let us remember and rejoice!